Our friends Brian and Elizabeth came down last night to spend the evening. They are picking up their daughter from her grandparents and decided to make a trip of it. We grilled steaks last night, had a big breakfast this morning and then they retrieved their eight-year-old who, apparently, was the star of the show over the last week. Seems a bunch of older kids fawned over her and you know how that can be.
She doesn’t let it go to her head, though.
Also, she’s getting very tall. And I’m resisting the urge to do that “LOOK HOW BIG YOUR GETTING!” thing that annoys every kid. “We should put a cinderblock on your head!” Cranium pressure, blunt trauma, concussions. Charming. “You’re growing like a weed!” You’re an undesirable and I want to spray you and pull you out by your roots. Would you really!?
So we took Taylor to the pool, Brian and Elizabeth thought that would give her a good reason for falling asleep on the car ride home.
Only two boys there had a football and Brian and I found ourselves in a pool-wide football game. Tackling was dunking the ball carrier. Sometimes there was rushing, sometimes there wasn’t. Other kids were in the way and the pool has a brick-lined side wall, but surprisingly no one was hurt.
Brian’s team won, but only by one score. I played great, thank you for asking. One bystander was actually a football coach, who told me later that if I weren’t too old, out of shape, slow and if there was such a thing as water football he might think of cutting me from his team. And we were far more tired than Taylor was. So we had dinner and sent them home. And after they left I was pretty much done.
Nice to see them, though. I have lunch with Brian regularly, still, but it has been months since we’ve had the chance to visit with the whole family. We’ve got to talk them into driving past all of their other options and meeting us in Montgomery for barbecue.
